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The blessed grace of waking up |
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Of breathing in the sheets |
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And hello to you, at the window |
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Hello to you |
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Down the hill |
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I'd like to take you |
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To where I shot a little deer, |
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My little dear |
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I'd like to take you down there |
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Rinsing out the iron cup |
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To have a glass of wine |
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To have an iron cup of wine |
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Dear, to drink it down there |
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A drunken pair |
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Goodbye, despair |
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One night is 'til one morning |
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And one sad night |
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He held me by |
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And held me until it was morning |
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And once the temperature did fall |
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Goodnight to |
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Father, Mother |
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My bambina was all in for a while |
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All is grace tonight to you |
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And tomorrow we will be, |
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And tomorrow we shall see, |
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And tomorrow, too |